When all the ordinary people around were protected by Wan Chenxin, the female celestial filled with maternal glory showed a face filled with evil qi, locking her gaze instantly onto the four Divinity Transformation.
"Since you have been so excessive, there is no need for me to hold back any longer."
With these words, her figure flashed and appeared behind Ah Xingran.
The eighteen-year-old high school beauty was about to turn her head but only felt a light yet firm chop on the back of her neck.
"A person struck on the neck by a hand chop will definitely faint."
Wan Chenxin's cold voice rang out, and An Xingran suddenly felt a spinning sensation as she heavily fell to the ground.
One might, a Divinity Transformation, fell to a simple hand chop.
A second later, Wan Chenxin appeared in front of Gui Yuan.
Gui Yuan was about to speak but heard Wan Chenxin calmly say:
"Language is just a tool for communication, how can it affect reality? That's unreasonable."
